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"Kirsten?"
Even though I was dressed in male clothes --- not even wearing panties
--- I looked up instinctively from my booth in the diner. After all,
in the great scheme of things, Kirsten was my preferred name.
"I thought that was you."
Jesus. Talk about a blast from the past. Jo Cross as I live and
breathe. And still looking gorgeous with a warm, sweetheart smile.
"Jo?"
She grinned and bent to hug me. I felt her fingers exploring my
shoulders.
"You're not wearing a bra?" she pouted, sitting opposite me.
I started to blush, even though I was quite comfortable about my
dressing. She'd always had me wrapped around her little finger.
"Sometimes," I managed. And then, after a nervous pause......"Most
times."
"There's my girl," she said as the waitress approached, giving me a
slight look. "OJ please. Oh, and one of those cute cookies you do, if
you have any fresh."
"Sure thing," the waitress said, not even bothering with her pad for
the simple order. She looked at me with mirth. "You okay, Miss?"
Jo chuckled.
"Come on," I said to the waitress. "We've got history."
"Is that what you call it?" Jo said as the waitress left; a little
sulk.
God, she turned me on so much. We'd been together once. It was the
most delightful time when she'd gotten off on playing with me. I guess
if you believed the cliche about the one that got away.......Jo was my
one that got away.
"What are you doing?" she asked, spinning my netbook.
The screen was filled with my story listings on Fictionmania.
"Still writing?" she asked.
"They're......Look. That's just fun stuff. Writing's more of a hobby
now."
"I guess, looking at this stuff," she said, tapping into a story and
reading for a moment, "the million dollar question is: are you still
dressing regularly? Going out?"
"I've not been out in a while," I told her. No point in lying. Jo had
always been able to see right through me.
"I thought you'd have been full woman by now. You were crazy for it
back then."
I held up my finger, displaying my wedding ring.
"No way!" she clapped. "Congratulations, girl!"
"Got a wife and a little boy," I elaborated.
"She happy with this side of things?" she said, gesturing to the
screen.
"Sure. She's quite supportive to an extent. She's got her limits and I
respect that. My son doesn't know anything about it. When he's old
enough, perhaps. We'll see."
"Fair enough."
The waitress returned with Jo's drink and cookie and for a short time
we just looked at each other. She was still beautiful, make-up
perfect. A real nice day look. Long hair just a touch dis-shevelled
and I wondered if it was a deliberate look. It certainly worked on
her. I felt myself getting hard thinking about the past.
"I've got an idea," she giggled. "Why don't you tell your readers how
I found out about you?"
"That's old news, Jo," I said, a little guilty about the thoughts I
was having as I considered her.
"But it's cute. Kind of sexy, if that's your thing," she said,
spinning the netbook back to me. "Write it now."
"Jo, I-"
"Just a quick story. You don't need to do any of that fancy stuff.
Polishing.......Re-writing......Just lay it out there for them. Do
it."
Her tone was enough to get my fingers working the
keyboard.............
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So that's why this is all a tad raw. No chapter headings. Probably
spelling errors and dialogue I might have changed. But Jo's sat
opposite me expecting this story, so I best get us in the Way-Back
Time Machine and see where.......when.......we land.....Wavy screens
and all that as we flashback about twenty years to when I was about
19, maybe 20.
Cutting to the chase, I'd been working at MacDonalds out of college.
Just raising a little pocket money for adventures faraway. I'd been
sneaking about in my Mom's panties all my childhood, and was just
getting brave enough to think about buying and hiding my own. Got in a
rut of indecision and shame when Jo Cross, our new Deputy Manager
arrived on the scene. She was about five years older than me and I
fell hard. We had this flirty relationship and while we didn't start
dating it was obvious we might happen one day........
One day......
The manager's office was upstairs. Inside that office was a small
stockroom where uniforms were kept. Stationary. That kind of thing.
I was working the open with Jo which meant we were alone in the store
for about an hour. Then another hour before we opened. If you did the
tasks correctly you could easily fill that time. If you took more than
a few short cuts you could get ready in about ten minutes.
So I'd cook breakfast for Jo. We'd chat. Chill out. Enjoy the nervous
energy between us. Occasionally we made out, but until that morning it
had gone no further. I got hard just embracing her when we kissed and
feeling her bra under her blouse. Fantasising about her lingerie. I
was a virgin and sure she had much more experience than me. I was a
little scared of her and that made it even more exciting.
That morning she was just finishing her breakfast, a cute drop of
ketchup hanging on her lip, when she told me to clean up. I was
disappointed that we were not going to make out, but.....
She handed me her office keys.
"My handbag's upstairs. Can you grab it for me?"
I hurried off and opened the office. I loved being in here alone. I'd
been in the company a few years and the managers trusted me to pop in
for paperwork, etc. But when I was alone in here I loved going into
that little stockroom.
I opened it up now and quickly found the spare skirts the female
managers wore, hanging in a row next to their blouses. Back then they
had a cute little bow on the front. I was already aroused as I started
to rifle through the pencil skirts for my size. I pulled one off the
rack.
Frustrated that Jo had not played downstairs, hard as a rock, I held
the skirt in front of myself, my back to the door. I pranced a little,
pretending I was wearing it. I'd never actually had the nerve to put
one on, but-
"Get it on then."
Shit. I spun, almost jumping out of my skin.
Jo was standing there. I didn't know if she was fooling around or not.
She had a look like thunder.
I reached to put it back-
"Oh, no, Missy. You put that skirt on right now."
What the hell? I was so confused, but so hard. And she saw that when I
dropped my trousers.
"Please, Jo-"
She stiffled a laugh at my size.
"Don't-" I protested.
"Put that skirt on now!"
She already turned me on, my dominant boss who fooled around with me,
but this was-
"Go on!"
I enjoyed the feel of the lining as it slid up my legs. Quickly
buttoned the back and did the rear zipper. It was a fantastic fit and-
"Now a blouse," Jo instructed.
"Jo, this is enough," I said, stamping my authority and not realising
how weak I sounded.
She laughed. Then unhooked her bra and removed it without even taking
her own blouse off. Neat trick. Pulled her panties down.
"What are you-?"
"You need appropriate lingerie."
She handed them both to me.
"I can't-"
"You want to, don't you?" Jo insisted. "You think I'm stupid. You
don't hold me when we make out like other men. Real men. I understand
now. Your fingers always enjoyed feeling the straps of my bra. So now
you can really feel them."
I hesitated.
"Now, you bitch."
I quickly removed my shirt.
I fastened the bra clasp in the front, then spun it around and put my
arms through the straps. It was a bad fit, but I could feel pre-cum
starting to stain my shorts. When I pulled them off and eased into her
soft panties, handing her my underwear, she saw the damp spot and
giggled again.
I fumbled with the blouse and it took me a second to fasten the
buttons, the backwards buttons, in their correct holes.
She told me to step out into the light of the office and I did as I
was told. What happened next shocked me.
"Now let's have some fun," she said, and hiked her skirt up.
I could see she was hot and moist, but --- a virgin, remember ---
except for the basics I wasn't even sure what to do to please her. So
I let her lead, and as you can probably gather, that suited her just
fine. She took me there, panting heavily as I fumbled with her loose
breasts in her hands, kissing them, her nipples hardening.
She hiked up my skirt and pulled her panties down my legs. She
straddled me and I want to say I filled her, pushing deep........But
truth was, I was small within her experienced vagina and she probably
barely felt me.
"I thought you were a good boy, but you're a naughty girl," she
chastised me with a sharp, sudden spank.
I cried out and couldn't help myself. I came quickly, bucking,
trembling, and it must have been so frustrating for her. Barely
lasting a minute.
"You naughty, naughty girl!" she yelled, spanking my thigh.
As I was kissing her breasts, she pushed my head down and I found
myself satisfying her with my tongue, swallowing my cum and her hot
juices. Gorging myself and bringing her to orgasm. She cried out,
pulling at my hair, pushing my head deep between her thighs.
Now she groaned and moaned, "Good girl.......Don't stop.......oh,
you're such a good, good girl........"
When we were done.......Half undressed, still......
"Did you like that?" she asked.
I could only nod. What the hell had just happened?
"You know what you just ate?" she giggled.
I dropped my head in shame.
"Oh, stop it, you slut. Every girl gets a taste for it at some point
in her life."
"I'm not a-"
"Really," she said, straightening herself up and fixing her make-up.
She held up the compact mirror so I could see my reflection.
I couldn't believe how I looked.
"Can I please get changed?" I asked, guilt and shame overwhelming me.
"Please, Jo."
She smiled at my submissive attitude. She was about to say yes when-
We heard keys rattling in the door lock.
I froze.
"The stockroom," she cried, pushing me inside as the office door
opened. She quickly hid my clothes under the desk.
I escaped from view just in time and heard snippets of conversation,
praying the door wouldn't open.
It was Kevin, the store manager. They exchanged pleasantries and
talked figures. Kevin was a dick and didn't get along with anybody.
There was no room for small talk. He bled MacDonalds. And-
The door of the stockroom opened.
Holy shit! I spun, but he'd already seen me.
"What the fuck, Chris? Get the hell out here!"
I stepped out.
Jo gasped. "Chris? What are you doing in there?"
Great. Thrown under the cross-dressing bus. I grinned mirthlessly and
she mouthed: Sorry.
I understood. This job was a lark for me, but it was her career. She
had to protect that.
"I-it's-"
"Do you enjoy wearing women's clothing?" she asked softly, offering a
kind understanding attitude.
"Yes. That's it. These uniforms have-"
"Shut up, Chris," Kevin interupted. "I don't care why. This is way out
of line. Give me one reason I don't write you up this second."
I wanted to tell him to take the burger out of his ass and chill, but
it was Jo who noticed the massive bulge in his trousers. She gestured
and for a moment we had a little silent back and to......Go on, it
will be okay........Hell no.......You've already had a little
taste.......But that's a real cock, a jerk's cock.......He's hungry
for it........
I gestured down.
"If you want......" I managed to whisper.
"Way to seduce me, sissy," he chastised. "Just get on with it."
I unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his shorts down. His giant
cock instantly sprang up and I chuckled with nervous fear as it hit my
nose.
He gripped my head and corrected my aim.
"You better not fuck this up and mess up my clothes," he said, and
then cruelly, "You're going to have to swallow every last drop."
My wide eyes found Jo's for a moment. I thought I saw her shake her
head, but I suddenly had a reason to stay here in this job. Jo knew
who I was and she was into it. God, I was getting horny again just
thinking about her and what she might do to-
"Get on with it then."
A pair of strong hands suddenly pushed my head down. For a moment my
lips didn't open, but then I took him. At first the taste was alien,
but I soon realised I actually wanted this. My hands found his balls
and I began to work his shaft, not just with my mouth but also with my
wet tongue.
I came off to breathe for a second, saw that Jo was discretely filming
on her cell. What the hell was she up to now? I hoped that wasn't for
me, to blackmail me or something.......But I didn't care. I went back
down on him, my saliva and his pre-cum, that first juicy flavor,
making it easy to slip up and down his giant cock. I took him deeper
and deeper, but gagged.
"Keep it down, bitch!"
The voice was far away as he erupted in my mouth. Cum exploded down my
throat, a hot rush. I tried to pull off, but the hands held me in
place. I gulped and gagged as cum started to dribble out of my mouth.
He jerked out.
"Jesus, I said keep it off me. Now get this mess cleaned up."
Ashamed of myself, not even realising I had cum again in Jo's panties,
I started to suck and lick him clean. I wiped my mouth and swallowed
the juices from my fingers.
"Get out of here. It's time we opened," he told me. "And the pair of
you: this doesn't go any further."
I watched as he stepped to his desk, carefully lowering a picture of
his family so they couldn't see what he had done. Too late, I thought.
The guilt was going to eat him alive.
My clothes were back in the office. Out in the hallway Jo told me not
to worry. She had me work my shift on a till in the skirt and blouse;
the bra apparent, indicating I was obviously also wearing panties.
She told our colleagues and the grinning customers that I faced all
day, that I was wearing the outfit for charity. We raised quite a bit
of money. It was a really fun day.
Like I said, Kevin was a dick. He was a bully as you might have
figured, and he treated staff like shit. It was a Godsend when I found
out why Jo had recorded him. She went all the way to the top of the
company, told them he had forced me to dress, forced me to give him
the BJ. He didn't last much longer and then Jo applied for the store.
She got it and.......
Well, we had a lot of intense fun, both publicly and privately.
So, that was how we met and she found out about who I was. It was a
massive, intense day for me........I lost my virginity. Dressed
publicly for the first time. Hell, shared my secret desire to dress
for the first time. Gave my first, and only, blow job.
I only realise now how much I missed Jo over the
years..................
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"Aw, that's so sweet," Jo cooed, reading the story back. "Okay, post
it."
"Jo, come on. I wrote it for you, but I'm not that person anymore."
"Really?" she smiled coyly.
"I just enjoy dressing. I'm not submissive like I used to be."
"Want a bet?" she asked, and I realised she wasn't being rhetorical.
"What do you mean?"
"What's the most reviews you got for your stories on that site?"
I scanned down the list of stories. I ignored 'Brianna's Game' as I
was posting that on behalf of my Mistress. She had such fun games on
her website-
www.https://briannagames.wixsite.com/homeofhumiliation
-that after discovering her myself a while back I wanted to help let
other readers know about her interactive story services.
Further down the list, checking the review totals, I found that it was
a tie between the first part of 'This Is Me' and the first story I
ever posted, 'Humiliating Kirsten'.
"Looks like sixteen," I said.
"Okay, let's do it the old way and set you a target," she told me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"If you get twenty feedbacks, positive or negative, I'll prove to you
that you still have a submissive somewhere inside you," she told me.
I didn't want to believe her, but I had sat here for half an hour or
so writing by her command, day-dreaming about her appearance. Truth
was, I'd probably do anything for her.
"I'm married now, Jo," I told her. "I don't doubt it would be fun,
but-"
"Just consider it a game your wife doesn't want to play with you if
it's outside her limits. Besides, you said you're not submissive
anymore, so what do you have to worry about?"
"Jo, you're nuts," I grinned. "Okay, sure. If you want to play."
I opened the Fictionmania website and prepared to submit this.
"Let's make it interesting," she suggested.
"Go on," I smiled, warming to the idea.
"You have to promise not to look at the feedback."
I enjoyed looking at reviews, but sure, if that's what she wanted.
"Okay."
"If you get twenty feedback reviews or more, you post another story
about us in our glory days. But your readers must also leave
suggestions about what I can do to you. I'll choose one of the
suggestions and try to make it happen. You'll only know you hit your
target, and must write the next story detailing what happens next,
when I get in touch with you. And so on........."
This sounded insane. But in a glorious way. It was going to be so
unpredictable. A wild, intense ride. For as long as it lasted because
I seriously doubted there would be a.......'and so on'.
"Okay. I'm in."
She fidgeted for a second and I wondered what she was doing. Then,
under the table, she handed me her panties. They were warm and wet.
"Now, run along like a good girl and put those on," she told me.
"Ha!" I exclaimed. "I told you, I'm not-"
"Put them on and bring me your shorts," she said.
I considered her.
"Listen, bitch. Remember how I filmed that loser Kevin in the office
to get my store back then? I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve."
"Alright," I found myself submitting. "Please, just keep this
reasonable."
I headed to the men's rest room and returned a minute later, my shorts
bunched in my hand.
"Here," I said, handing them to her.
She stood and smiled. She walked very deliberately to a waste bin and,
for all to see, dropped my shorts inside. Then she returned.
"I've just put your up to date contact details on my cell while you
were changing into your lovely panties," she said for the nearby
customers to hear. "You won't be needing those horrible shorts
anymore, you sissy."
"Jo," I whispered. "Stop it."
"When you hit twenty reviews and suggestions, I'll be in touch with a
nice surprise. Now post the story."
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